Dark Roiling Rage,
like the waters of the Indian ocean in a
silver flecked storm.
Uncontrollable tears take hold
and not meant for others to see.
Hate, Love, Betrayal.
Emotions that one can't feel
if they never existed in the first place.
Being emotionless in a fight is the way I'll survive.
skin turning grey,
is it to late?
my time has been long up.
I know no other way to live.
while I am emotionless,
I'll never have to endure the cruel tormenting taunts, or
the abuse, or the betrayal.
Copyright © Cheyenne Nienhueser | Year Posted 2012
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